Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Guinea-Bissau and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Faust to the funk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Be Bop Deluxe. All the underground hits.
All Joensuu 1685 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Isaac Hayes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a ABC record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Procol Harum,
Amon Düül,
Ossler,
Surgeon,
Lalo Schifrin,
Funkadelic,
Television Personalities,
Fluxion,
Gerry Rafferty,
DJ Sneak,
Faraquet,
Masters at Work,
the Normal,
Visage,
June of 44,
Metal Thangz,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Model 500,
New York Dolls,
Unwound,
Subhumans,
Vladislav Delay,
Curtis Mayfield,
Minutemen,
The Slackers,
Albert Ayler,
The Durutti Column,
Pulsallama,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Dead Boys,
Rekid,
The Leaves,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Slave,
Eden Ahbez,
Groovy Waters,
The Happenings,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Soft Machine,
Stereo Dub,
The Barracudas,
Black Pus,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Derrick Morgan,
Average White Band,
UT,
Tropical Tobacco,
Ronnie Foster,
Scrapy,
Brothers Johnson,
Barrington Levy,
Japan,
Suburban Knight,
Arthur Verocai,
The Electric Prunes,
Kerri Chandler,
Mad Mike,
Lou Reed,
Sugar Minott,
The Angels of Light, The Angels of Light, The Angels of Light, The Angels of Light.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.